[Ethan's POV]
The Hotel Sacher was a monument to Viennese luxury, its lobby a sea of red velvet, crystal chandeliers, and polished marble.
I sat in a high-backed leather chair near the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. I had spent the last of our euros on a decent haircut and a shave at a local barber, washing the grime of Odesa off my face. I still wore the cheap canvas jacket, but I looked respectable enough not to draw the immediate attention of the hotel security.
I was watching the elevators.
Isabella Vane's summit was the most exclusive event in Europe. The people attending weren't just rich; they were the apex predators of the financial underworld. I needed targets who matched my build and Claire's, and I needed their invitations.
At 8:00 PM, the elevator doors chimed open.
